poem (with Cassandra's abilities)
with Cassandra's
abilities
i watch what you will be
i remember
your deformities
worn proudly
your makeshift manhood
always
a stumbling block
this afternoon
in a cassock
i pray
whispering leaves
in noon sun
monotanka (visiting a bathhouse)
not visiting a bathhouse, reading zuihitsu on my day off...another expresso tastes slightly off
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